Evelyn. I did not!
Helen. I heard him thank you for it in two lines of poetry.
Evelyn. And if you’d played eavesdropper a little longer, you’d have heard me absolutely deny it. I told him I only sent one, and that not to him, and advised him to talk to the one to whom he sent the volume of poetry and the white roses.
Helen. And he said you were the prettiest. I hate you both, so there!
(Throws herself into a chair, and begins to cry.)
Evelyn. Truly, Helen——
Helen. Don’t talk to me. I saw the address on the envelope, and so did Freda and Myrtle, and we all recognized your writing. No other girl in school makes a P like yours.
Evelyn. It was a very good imitation, I’ll admit. The work, no doubt, of some one who thought it a very good joke to play on me. Just wait till I see Mr. Jack Hamilton, that’s all. It was a neat little stroke of business to be out of town to-day. I could shake him with a will.
Mrs. W. But why should a valentine make such a disturbance? It’s just boy and girl fun at your age.